On the Yinchuan National Highway, at Shishi Bend, a truck stopped on the roadside with its lights turned off.
"It's been more than half an hour, why haven't people arrived yet?"
When those three second-rate guys made the call before, I was afraid that Jin Fenghuang would suddenly arrive with a large force.
Uncle Liao said: "Don't worry, just wait. It takes more than an hour to get here from the city without traffic jams. It's only less than forty minutes. Don't worry, my little apprentice is reliable."
Another half hour passed.
"Hey, look, is it that car?" Bean Sprout was the first to notice.
In the darkness, a big yellow car with double flashes approached us and slowly slowed down.
The car door opened, and a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old got out of Huang Dafa. He was carrying a black backpack behind him.
This is a boy. Why is he named Xiaomi? It sounds like a girl.
"Master, I have found you!" The handsome young man ran over and hugged Uncle Liao.
"Look at you kid, how good it is for you to stay at home, but you have to run away with me," Uncle Liao gently pushed the young man away, his eyes full of kindness.
"Master, wherever you are going, I will go with you."
"Stop making trouble, have you brought your things?"
The boy took off his backpack, and Uncle Liao opened the zipper and looked at it.
"While the taxi is still there, go back and pack up and leave Yinchuan first."
The young man was immediately unhappy. No matter what Uncle Liao said, he refused to leave and insisted on following him. Driver Huang Dafa kept urging him, saying whether he could leave or not. If he didn't leave, he would have to pay the meter.
Uncle Liao also had a bit of reluctance in his eyes, and he turned to look at me.
I kept staring at the road and immediately said: "We can't delay anymore, leave as soon as possible."
Just like that, in order to rush for time, there was another boy named Xiaomi on this trip.
Liao Xiaomi is actually a child that Uncle Liao picked up in Henan. He has been with the old man since he was four years old. Uncle Liao also intends to train him, hoping to train him to be the successor of the Liao family's craftsmanship in the manufacturing office.
If you look at Xiaomi now, he looks like a little fresh-faced guy, with fair skin, clear facial features, thin arms and thin legs. I think he should be an idol.
At about midnight, the driver dropped us off when he arrived. From here we hiked into the desert. The driver took out three backpacks from the cab, which contained things prepared by Brother Zhiyuan.
After bidding farewell to the driver, a group of us deviated from the national highway and started walking towards Alxa.
Brother Yu came with us because I promised to give him a sum of money afterwards, which was enough for him to open a martial arts gym in his hometown, so Brother Yu agreed without thinking.
Xiaomi has a good temper. When we became familiar, he called me Brother Feng. As a participant in the Blackwater City incident, Uncle Liao was not an outsider, so I didn’t treat Liao Xiaomi as an outsider.
It is already very cold at this time of year, and the water in the bag will freeze at night. The folding tent is not enough to begin with. Now that there is one more person, Liao Bo and Xiaomi can only squeeze in. This kind of tent is to save space when carrying
It was made into a thin layer, but it could not block the severe cold of Alxa at night. When the wind blew, people shivered from the cold.
I watched Miaoyiniao, what should I say?
From the naked eye, they are exactly the same. According to Liao Bo's description, in order to make this bird, more than 20 sand molds were made, and the most perfect one was selected. The material itself is a pottery figurine used for burials in the Tang Dynasty.
, the color is close to that of the Melodic Bird. This kind of old pottery absorbs water very quickly after being touched by water. I asked Uncle Liao how to do it. He shook his head mysteriously and said that the secret knowledge of his ancestors cannot be explained.
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Four days later.
"Is this here? Fengzi, why don't I feel that it doesn't look like it? Did I go astray?"
Looking at the endless desert on the horizon, I shook my head and said, "I remember there were two short trees on the road before. Why are they gone? The white flags buried before have never been found."
Liao Bo said: "It's windy this month. A sandstorm can change the landscape in a few months. If you think about it carefully, we may really have gone astray."
I looked around blankly, trying to find a familiar reference object, but there was not even a tree hair, it was all sand.
We don't have a compass. In order to determine the general direction, we must ensure that the team goes west.
I remembered the method that Uncle Hulu taught me when I was in the Hute Department.
